Star Crossed Kindness
Copyright© 2026 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 3
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Two hundred years ago, humanity got a new definition - an alien generation ship arrived at the edge of the war ravaged SOL system and our new neighbors, the devonians, became an integral part of the new Human Union. But for Leo Tangent, the fact that every human has one or more devonian lover is just a little weird. He doesn't want pheromones to get in the way of his and his girlfriend, Gillian Brightly, and their relationship. But that's the thing about plans...
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Romantic Military School Science Fiction Aliens Space Sharing Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory
Dr. Chakraborty looked only slightly pained as he peered across the desk at Leo Tangent, who was, himself, looking a little bit like he had bitten into a lemon – which was never an expression Leo thought he might have when he had two Devonian girls clinging to him like limpets. The blue skinned, green haired Bolide Quicklime was on his left, while the black skinned, red haired Midnight (no surname) was on his right, and both of them were looking quite pleased with themselves.
“Well, Mr. Tangent,” Dr. Chakraborty said, clasping his hands together. “We’ve completed the tests and ... it appears you are an AB- bond capable Terran. This means that, once your hormonal response to a Devonian bonding activates, you become capable of bonding to any C or V type Devonian females.”
“H-How many are those?” Leo squeaked.
“Oh, roughly 0.005% of the Devonian population,” Dr. Chakraborty said, in the tone of voice that meant ‘that’s not too many.’
“Oh, fhew,” Leo said.
“So, about ... one hundred thousand girls!” Midnight said, her voice playfully malicious.
Leo jerked bolt upright.
“There are practical limitations to your potential for bonding!” Dr. Chakraborty said, hurriedly, his palms lifted, placating. “You need to meet the individuals in question, and V types, if they have hit certain metabolic stages of their life cycle, are far less likely to bond. C types will be bond compatible until they’re sixty, but they have less intense reactions as they age.”
“I could share him with a cougar,” Midnight said, resting her chin atop his head, having crawled half off her chair and onto his. Bolide snorted, loudly and rubbed her face against his neck.
“Why are they so much ... cuddlier?” Leo asked, blushing hard.
“Well, these two ladies are C and C-, in the case of Bolide,” Dr. Chakraborty said, looking down at his documents. “Interbonding relationships between C-types tends produce a recursive effect in the ... enjoyment of intimate activities. Which is why, for all of your good, I am going to offer you two a mild Devonian inhibitor.”
“I dunno, I think it’s nice being uninhibited,” Bolide said, reaching down to tug at her collar.
“Miss Quicklime,” Dr. Chakraborty said, firmly.
“Fine,” Bolide muttered as the doctor handed both girls a glittering blue pill. Midnight took hers by putting it on her long, long, long tongue, coiling her tongue around the pill and yanking it back. Bolide grinned at her, then waggled her pill in her fingers. Midnight, through some kind of Devonian telepathic communication that operated entirely through wiggled eyebrows and suggestive ‘hmms’, immediately unfurled her tongue again. Bolide placed her pill on Midnight’s tongue and then leaned across Leo, meeting Midnight in the middle as the two kissed.
And it wasn’t just a normal kiss. It was a kiss. They moaned and whimpered and drew back and slid their tongues around one another, while opening one eye to look knowingly at Leo, who sat there in total and complete mortification.
Dr. Chakraborty met his eyes over the two preposterously lewd lesbian ladies and spread his hands, making a classic Terran expression in the face of Devonians: Devonians. That hand gesture said it all. Then both girls froze ... and drew back, their expressions a mixture of shock and chagrin and confusion.
In an instant, they were both sitting firmly on their chairs, Bolide tucking her hair behind her ear, while Midnight’s tail lashed and she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Okay,” Midnight said. “Now that I’m not high as a kite on bonding pheromones, I now realize why you wanted us on inhibitors, thank you Doctor.”
“I’m super straight!” Bolide squeaked. “Super duper mega ultra straight! Haha!”
Dr. Chakraborty sighed. “Now that you are all in somewhat more control, I can forward you to a relationship councilor to discuss your future, as right now, your medical needs are all taken care of. While I can provide some advice, I mostly am an expert on the biological ends of things.”
Bolide coughed. “U-Uh, what if I was already bonded to a D type?” she asked. “Hypothetically speaking, I mean.”
Dr. Chakraborty pursed his lips. “An AB- Terran can bond with you, but it doesn’t magically erase all prior biological connections. You’re still bonded to ... any potential prior partner that you had.”
“R-Riiiiiiight,” Bolide said.
“Lets talk to a councilor,” Leo said, firmly.
And thus, the three were put into a small room with a water cooler, a table, and a window view of New Charleston. Midnight grabbed onto Bolide by both arms, then shoved her into a chair, her face intent. “Spill,” she said. “Before the councilor gets in here and forces us to be all nicey nice and cuddly wuddly. You came here to get your Bonding snipped, didn’t you?”
“W-What? No! ... yes...” Bolide admitted, her tail coiling up in the classic Devonian expression of pure misery. Her ears drooped and she looked down. “I ... I just cannot be around that ... that ... that...” She clenched her hands.
“Racist?” Leo asked, nervously.
“Idiot?” Midnight suggested.
“That pogo!” Bolide flung her arms wide, flopping back into her chair like a boneless chicken. “He never goes out, he has no ambition to do anything but get uni and watch anime and go to the gym and his stupid club. I like anime! How can someone like anime so much that it makes me hate anime!” She made a parallel box with her hands, angling it around her face and pushing her hands away, as if she was trying to frame herself and her irritation. “That shouldn’t be possible. But that’s not everything! He whines! He whines constantly. He whines that his parents don’t let him get the newest vidconsole, he whines that his favorite steamer is sick, he whines that habs on Mars are still so expensive cause he wants to live there, he whines that I don’t suck his dick often enough.”
Leo made a face, then said: “He ... does he have ... any good qualities?”
“No,” Bolide said. “ ... like, no, actually, that’s worse, that’s way worse. He does sometimes do nice things. But then he acts like I have to be sooooo grateful for it, which, like, it makes it so much worse than if he had done nothing. Like, wow, Sponson, you bought me a birthday card! That’s so cool! Thaaaaaaaaaaanks!”
“I like her,” Midnight said, grinning over Bolide’s head. “ ... you don’t do all that stuff, right?”
Leo blinked. “I kept a Terran girlfriend in the face of every hunky Devonian on the planet through sheer force of will,” he said, a bit affronted. “Does that sound like I do all that stuff?”
“You have a Terran GF?” Bolide squealed excitedly, springing to her feet. “Oh my godddd that’s so kawaii! That means-”
“Cute, we know, we also watch anime,” Midnight said.
“I don’t watch anime,” Leo said, his brow furrowing.
“Uh...” Midnight blanched.
Leo turned from her to Bolide. “Bolide ... I...” He hesitated. “I do feel bad for you. But I don’t know this Sponson guy.” He shrugged. “I can’t break up for you with him. Doubly so since we just met.” He gestured between them. “You might not like me any more than you like him.”
Bolide considered that. Her tail stilled.
“Yeah, but...” she hesitated. “But...”
“What you’re feeling right now is the bonding euphoria. Same thing I am,” Leo said, forcing himself to say these words. The much more sensible, obvious words of yes I will beat the shit out of Sponson for you, let me throw him over my knee and break his spine, then I will make love to you on this table remained right at the tip of his tongue, and yet, Leo kept biting them back. He wondered if a Terran/Terran relationship would be like this, back before First Contact.
Bolide sighed. “I know,” she said, her ears drooping. “Which school do you two go too?”
“Gupta High,” Midnight said, petting her green hair, her fingers twining gently as she slid them through Bolide’s tousled locks.
“I go to Te’sh Ten Tek,” Bolide siad.
Midnight jerked her hand back. “You go to T3?!” she exclaimed. “Are you a frigging genius?”
“Ummmmm ... only after I bonded?” Bolide said, grinning sheepishly.
“That’s the most prestigious advanced placement college in this economic zone,” Leo said, laughing. “What were you getting advanced placement for?”
“Orbital logistics and long term Kessler mitigation techniques,” Bolide said.
“Good name,” Midnight said.
“Well, actually, you don’t want to make too many bolides when you de-orbit trash, since that means you’re making big enough splashes to be noticed,” Bolide said, her ears perking up.
“And your boyfriend is gonna go on uni?” Leo asked.
“Yeah, he-”
The door to the room opened. A green skinned Devonian girl stuck her head in – well, woman, really – and smiled. “Hello!” she said, sliding the door fully open and stepping in. “I’m Councilor Troyus! I hear that we have a classic love triangle brewing here.”
“Harem, really,” Bolide said, quickly, before blushing as Leo took his seat next to her, and Midnight sat down next to him. Councilor Troyus took her seat across from them at the table, her eyes a warm blue on blue.
“We prefer the term polybond,” Councilor Troyus said, her fingers clasping together. “Since, well, harem implies a certain amount of ownership that is not great for a healthy relationship when taken up outside of the bounds of kink.”
Leo’s face started to eat, while Midnight leaned forward on her elbows, cupping her chin in her hand. “But if we are being kinky...”
“Well, that’s entirely between you three and any other partners you have, Midnight,” Councilor Troyus said, her voice just as playful and sharp as Midnight’s was. The two looked at one another and Midnight nodded subtly – as if Troyus had passed a test.
Bolide lifted her hand. “Miss Troyus, question!”
“This is not a classroom, you don’t need to raise your hand,” Councilor Troyus said, gently. “What is it, Bolide?”
“How do you break up with a bonded?” she asked.
“The polite thing to do is to tell them frankly, forthrightly, with honesty and as much tact and gentleness as you can – be firm, not cruel. And leave behind the required contact information and medical data for them to get a bonding implant within the week, as that’s how long before your pheromones wear off.”
Bolide squirmed. “Is there ... a ... way ... to do that ... without having to talk to ... him?”
“I’m sorry, but no.”
“Drat,” Bolide said.
“And...” Councilor Troyus hesitated. “Do you feel physically unsafe around your bonded?”
“No,” Bolide admitted.
“Then it is best to be in a public area, but not bring your new bonded. That way you can firmly leave when you are done and there won’t be any altercation between Mr. Tangent and your former bonded!”
Leo was walking with Midnight and Bolide away from the Tailoring Clinic – having begged off a ride home with the parent orb so that they could discuss all the helpful tips that the councilor had given them – when he heard the rythmic tap tap tap tap of footsteps running up behind him. He turned – and pain exploded across his face as he stumbled backwards into Midnight and Bolide’s arms. He blinked, shook his head, and blinked several more times as he saw tall, muscular, furious looking boy with the same dark complexion as Leo but a build that made him think more of a fridge than Leo’s lanky build.
“Sponson!” Bolide exclaimed, while the boy shouted at Leo.
“Get away from my fucking girl!”
“I’m not your girl!” Bolide shouted back, while Leo stumbled up to his feet. He rubbed his jaw, wincing slightly. The immediate response to deck Sponson flared, but he managed to suppress it. With difficulty. Mood leveler or no, he was still a bit ... no, he was extremely pissed.
“Wow, real ... real smart way to get your girlfriend to stick around, deck a random stranger,” Leo said, wincing as he felt his teeth with his tongue.
“I saw her go into the TC, and I saw you three coming out,” Sponson snapped. “C’mon baby, you can’t get snipped. We’re perfect together. You make me better.”
“Not better enough, apparently,” Bolide said.
Sponson grabbed for her wrist and managed to catch it. He tugged her and Bolide stumbled towards him. Despite her snark, Midnight seemed frozen in place, rooted there as she looked at Bolide and Sponson with wide, shocked eyes. Leo wondered, faintly, if she had ever been in a physical altercation like this. He tried to keep his own skittering mood under control as he stepped forward, putting his hand on Sponson’s chest.
“Dude, let her go,” he said.
“Or what?” Sponson shot back. “You look like a spindle.”
Leo hesitated a moment. “What did you say?” he asked, softly.
“What?” Sponson sneered. “Did you grow up in some shit ass 0.5G spinning death trap because your parents were too chickenshit to recolonize Earth until real Terrans took it back first? Or is it just your mom that has glass-”
Leo swung. Unlike Midnight, he had been in a fight or two in his time – and he was rather gratified that Sponson had to let go of Bolide and jerk away. He was less gratified that Sponson dropped into an alarmingly decent looking fighting stance. Bolide had said that Sponson only went to the gym and to ‘his club’ and suddenly, Leo wondered what ‘his club’ was. But then he didn’t have any time to think of anything because Sponson started to lay into him. Before Leo knew it, his stomach was a wall of pain. Then his nose ached. Then he was falling back and a hand was closed around his shirt and he was being dragged up – while Sponson lifted his fist up, even as Bolide shouted and grabbed at him.
Then someone a lot stronger than Bolide yanked Sponson up and away. There was a loud, meaty thunk and Sponson shook his head, blinking dazedly. More footsteps came running up, and when Leo got his hands under him and was sitting up, he saw that Sponson was being held by the arms by two adults from the TC, and brushing her hair back, standing there as pretty as anyone Leo had ever seen, was Gillian. She wrung out her right hand, and said: “No idea why he was hitting my boyfriend, but... “She sniffed, pushing her nose filters back in, firmly seating them.
The two adults from the TC dragged Sponson away, and one of them said: “All right, buddy, we’re contacting your parents.”
Gillian, Midnight and Bolide all worked to get Leo up on his feet at the same time, which was a bit of a head-spinner for him. He sniffed, while another TC adult approached him, holding a small first aid kit. A short second later, Leo’s nose had been sprayed with some heal-goo. There was a more complicated name and more complicated explanation for heal-goo, but it was one of the biological developments derived from Terran and Devonian biologies being studied and compared. All Leo cared about was that it made his nose stop hurting.
“Are you okay?” The TC adult asked. “Are we going to need to contact civil protection?”
“N-No, he’s normally not that violent,” Bolide said, then muttered under her breath. “ ... or racist.”
“If you’re sure,” the adult said. “We at the TC get a lot of this kind of thing – if you need help, call this number.”
“We will,” the four teens chorused – before they started to walk away, with Midnight and Bolide clinging to Leo’s arms. Leo gently, and firmly, extricated himself from them, then took a hold of both of Gillian’s hands in his own, walking backwards so he could smile at her.
“Thanks, Gill,” he said.
“Eh, what are girlfriends for?” she asked, shrugging one shoulder. Then, sighing. “ ... so, I notice that, while I was away, Midnight got a bio-vat and started her own baby boom.”
Bolide giggle-snorted, then offered her hand to Gillian. “Hi! I’m Bolide! Bolide Quicklime.”
“Gillian Cowling,” Gillian said. “And, uh, let me guess. My dumbass boyfriend is a big bond slut and hooked you?”
“Yeah!” Bolide said. “Well, not a slut, exactly. He’s AB-.”
“Holy shit,” Gillian said, putting her hands over her face. “So, I have to share him with thousands of alien girls?”
“Only if they smell him,” Midnight said, her voice subdued.
Gillian breathed in slowly, then breathed out through her nose filters. “Okay.” She said, then shook her head. “I had this whole fucking speech rehearsed. And now, I feel like a total fucking...” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I ... I didn’t expect a second godsdamned stranger to be standing right there.”
“Oh! I go to T3 advanced prep, I love anime, and I’m gonna join the spacy to do deorbitals on space trash!” Bolide said. “I was previously bonded to that dick you punched in the jaw. Thank you.” She nodded firmly. “Now we know one another!”
Gillian released the bridge of her nose, lowering her hand. “Jesus Christ, Leo, are you collecting a harem or a bridge crew?”
“Uh, the proper term is polybond,” Bolide said, nodding.
“Give us the fucking speech already!” Midnight snapped.
Gillian nodded. “Okay,” she said. “I love you, Leo Tangent.” She paused. “Neither of you have had sex, right?” she asked. Leo shook his head and Midnight shook her head, and Bolide shook her head too. Looking between them, Gillian relaxed fractionally. She smiled, slightly. “I ... okay, wow, I actually feel a lot better at that. I could imagine Midnight lying to me, maybe. But Leo and this new girl? No way.” She grinned. “No offense, Bolide, you just seem like you’d be really bad at lying.”
“Thanks!” Bolide said, while Midnight crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at Gillian.
Gillian breathed in sharply. “Thus,” she said. “I...” she closed her eyes, then grated out. “I cannot decide if I want to stay girlfriends with Leo ... until I know what... it is like.”
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